Letting go…some.

If you’ve read my blog for any length of time, you may already know that I tend to be quite the Type A person when it comes to keeping myself busy. In fact, I think my pal who visited this week may think I’m half insane.

I have trouble relaxing. But, in truth, I have an inner-lazy gene that I fight every day. Life with two small kids and several small jobs done out of the home makes it easy to fight that gene, trust me.

But, one thing that I like about getting older is that I’m learning when to let go a bit and be kinder to myself. Tonight, I sat and cut out a billion gold sheriff’s stars for a toy store rodeo event that Houston MomsLikeMe.com is helping out at. I was so tired, but did it in front of the boob tube to kill the monotony of the task.

What I still need to do tonight–wrap those stars in foil and put ribbons around them so the kids can wear them around their necks. Gather all my promotional materials, craft supplies and come up with a game plan. Oh, and make a bunch of brownies for a teacher appreciation lunch tomorrow that I’ll be working at from mid-morning on.

My event is tomorrow late afternoon. I need to get all of this done.

What am I about to do? I’m about to put on an Arbonne face mask and soak in a bubble bath. Why? Because I’ve had a really long few weeks here filled with worry and stress over my father (had a second surgery in 3 weeks and finally got out of the hospital yesterday), worry and stress over my son because of a weird phase he’s entered (parenthood–it never gets easy), and worry and stress over my NOT sticking with my diet as I should.

Tonight I should have been at my training session for my weight loss program as well, which would have meant another night away from my family and an even later start on these projects. I didn’t go and I’ll talk more on that in tomorrow’s Friday Fit Cat Report.

The almost 40-year-old in me has told me the bubbles are in order and that if there is time I can make those brownies in the morning before I leave. She also told me that the toy store project can be done tomorrow afternoon after I’ve had a chance to put my feet up from the first busy event of the day. And, she’s told me that if I don’t get those brownies made, the world will NOT end–lots of moms make desserts and I put in extra on the monetary donations this  year anyway.

Man, I think the 38-year-old me is really starting to like myself in a couple of years…(grin)